Perfectly wrong for me • GRETHAN

Part 8

Grayson's POV

I woke up with the feeling that eyes were burning holes into my skin. My eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with a messy haired, yet still beautiful, Ethan. Once he had realised that I had noticed him staring, he looked away, his cheeks turning rosy pink. I laughed a little at his embarrassment.
"Hey, you feeling any better today?"
"Surprisingly, yes. Mam and dad are coming today aren't they? It feels like I haven't seen them in ages. I miss them,"
"Yeah," I said, checking my phone, "They're coming at 11 and it's 10:27 now," He nodded.
We sat up and ate some of the snacks I had gotten yesterday. Probably not the best breakfast, but it'll do. I couldn't help but smile at his utter cuteness and his toothy smile sent shivers down my spine. I am fully aware that this feeling is wrong, I can't love my own brother. But it feels so right when I'm with him! I hate knowing that if he ever found out he would be disgusted and if my parents found out, they would most likely kicking me out. That's why I'm just going to keep it to myself, even though it is eating me up inside.

Ethan's POV

Me and Grayson were just talking, laughing and eating snacks. We were both smiling and being little goofs. Then I noticed that he had gone very quiet and his smile had faded. He had his legs crossed and his hand on his chin, holding his head up. He looked so deep in thought and I didn't want to take that away from him, so I kept quiet. About 5 minutes later, the door clicked open, revealing my parents. They had a sympathetic look on their faces and they looked at me.
"Oh Ethan, are you feeling okay? We're so sorry we couldn't be here earlier," they were acting weird and I didn't like it.
"Yeah I'm feeling better and I understand,"
"Grayson, honey. Why don't you go home and have a shower and get some fresh clothes? You have had a rough day yesterday," my mam asked, although it sounded like more of a statement.
He nodded and left without even saying bye. Wow, I guess he really was thinking about something serious.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, my dad finally look up at me but angrily.
"A-are you alright, dad? I asked nervously.
"No, Ethan. We're not okay! We're sick of you, you are a pathetic waste of space. You're so difficult to handle with you stupid dyslexia and ADHD and now this. I knew you were a wimp but you could have at least stuck up for yourself for God's sake! You're already failing English and now you have to miss classes to be in hospital because you're a crybaby and can't even protect yourself," my mam yelled.
Where was all of this coming from? They were never very loving but this was a different level.
"I-I'm sorry," I whimpered.
"Aww is the little baby going to cry?" My dad mocked.
"I-I hate you both! I c-can't help these thing and you know that. Trust me if I could, I would. You're supposed to be my parents and help me get through this," I cried.
"Guess what, Ethan. We're hate you too!" My mam yelled and slapped my face.
I clutched my cheek that was now stinging and tingling, then they just left. I hate myself. Nobody loves me, not even my own parents. I wished I could just cry to Grayson and let it all out but I didn't want him to have a bad relationship with his parents too. It's always me, I don't understand what I did too deserve this.

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